Some (old) New Poems
They're not exactly old, but aren't quite new either. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
January 17, 2007
and so comes the cold
that lets me discover all
warm parts of myself
Captured and Freed
reach into my heart
grab that part that
refuses to heal
the part that's spent
a lifetime dying
trying not to feel
drag it outside
of me so I can
see it is real
make it harder
to deny the
gaping hole
in my defences
which has been
filled by ill-fitting
substances
show it to my face
that empty place
hanging like
a broken rabbit
break this habit
of loneliness
do this all
with just
one kiss
ltv
4/5/07
a myriad of stupid fucking things
stupid fucking things
that shouldn't have
made me so
fucking angry
I want to punch
and kick
and stomp
on all things
on me
on my mood
on life
on living
on things that don't go right
this fight to survive
is fucking with
my sense of pleasure
I don't have
the leisure to wait
and relax
and calmly remember
that life is generally fine
I whine and whine
about not being perfect
so I regret every tiny
little flaw or gnaw
on my conscious
I pick at these scabs
poke at the flab
berate myself
I hate myself
for hating myself
ltv
4/12/07
January 17, 2007
and so comes the cold
that lets me discover all
warm parts of myself
Captured and Freed
reach into my heart
grab that part that
refuses to heal
the part that's spent
a lifetime dying
trying not to feel
drag it outside
of me so I can
see it is real
make it harder
to deny the
gaping hole
in my defences
which has been
filled by ill-fitting
substances
show it to my face
that empty place
hanging like
a broken rabbit
break this habit
of loneliness
do this all
with just
one kiss
ltv
4/5/07
a myriad of stupid fucking things
stupid fucking things
that shouldn't have
made me so
fucking angry
I want to punch
and kick
and stomp
on all things
on me
on my mood
on life
on living
on things that don't go right
this fight to survive
is fucking with
my sense of pleasure
I don't have
the leisure to wait
and relax
and calmly remember
that life is generally fine
I whine and whine
about not being perfect
so I regret every tiny
little flaw or gnaw
on my conscious
I pick at these scabs
poke at the flab
berate myself
I hate myself
for hating myself
ltv
4/12/07
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